Clement at Sunnydale Part 5
This is a work of erotic fiction. It is not to be read by minors. It includes acts of consensual/non-consensual homosexual acts between teenagers and possibly between adults and teens. If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. This is a fictional account. Any similarities between characters or institutions depicted in this story and those in real life are unintentional and purely coincidental.
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Black boys at Sunnydale caused more than their share of trouble. A group of black boys stole a white student's password, enabling them to access the boy's reform school e-mail account. The black boys used the account to send lewd messages to the school's teachers and administrators, telling them that the boy wanted them to lick him. They attached pictures of the naked white teenager to the messages -- pictures taken surreptitiously while the boy was changing in the locker room.
While the teachers and administrators were highly offended by the messages that they thought came from the boy himself, and called the hapless white lad in for questioning, it was not before they had a chance to spend the afternoon jerking off behind closed doors to the pictures of the naked teen's cock, balls and ass. He was, after all, an tender, handsome blond youth with a smooth lean body. Who wouldn't want to lick the boy, especially if he was this an offer?
When the teachers and administrators decided to drop the case, because they realized that the messages hadn't come from the boy after all, but that someone was playing a prank on him, the boys who sent the pictures organized a protest, charging school officials with "racism." If it had been a black boy who had sent these lewd messages and pictures, they cried, the black boy would have been kicked out of Sunnydale and sent directly to a juvenile detention center, which was much rougher than Sunnydale's correctional environment.
The administrators were embarrassed by the charge. They were shaken by the protests and went to great lengths to accommodate the apparently outraged and offended black boys. They allowed the boys to have extra weekend visits with their girlfriends, with minimal supervision, which the boys fully exploited and turned into a massive black teenage sex orgy. They also agreed to provide the boys with extra field trips to the museum, a coveted perk for all the boys who longed for time away from Sunnydale in the middle of the week.
During the field trip the boys were exposed to more samples of European culture to enlighten them. The boys walked down hushed halls with collections of paintings and statues that were either originals or replicas of art produced over the past 2500 years.
Large white marble statues towered over the boys. There was a copy of the 3rd century B.C. Greek Olympic wrestlers; two smooth-skinned muscular bodies grappling with each other in a cross-body ride. The sculpture shows muscular arms and legs twisted and contorted in movements that could have suggested both pleasure and pain.
There was an A.D. 284 statue of St. Sebastian, lean, white, muscular and nearly naked. His body was shot through with arrows. He writhed in pain, but black boys were struck by the impression that the young man was in ecstasy, since pleasure and pain are so closely related in the sexual exploits of the ghetto.
There was a white marble copy of the 3rd century B.C. Greek statue, "The Dying Gaul," whose smooth, manly nakedness aroused the boys, despite his wounds. They realized that they wanted nothing more than to embrace this dying hero's firm, muscular body.
Then there was the marble statue of Hermes, the lean, young, wing-sandaled messenger god, who was kneeling and looking into the distance, plotting the route of his next errand; the very essence of rationality and agile manhood, attributes the black boys longed for in their own lives.
Youthful expressions of European heroism were celebrated everywhere in the hall. There were white marble images of Poseidon and his seahorse chariot; Atlas, with the world resting on his broad shoulders; and St. Michael who was slaying the devil. These were all virtuous, selfless masculine images that the black boys could learn from.
The boys from Sunnydale began to feel uncomfortable because their teenage cocks were now firmly erect inside their pants and they were finding it difficult to walk through the museum. They noticed another group of older boys, apparently from Africa, who were having the same problem. The boys wore "Africa Renaissance University" sweat shirts and t-shirts with the words "Marcus Garvey Hall" emblazoned across the front. They too wanted to suck white cock.
By the time the black boys from Sunnydale got back to their dorms they had a new appreciation for their white roommates. One of the boys, named Jamal, coaxed his dark-haired roommate to allow him to give him a blow job, just so that he could have the taste of a white boy's cum inside his mouth. The white teen blushed. He didn't know what had gotten into his Jamal, and was suspicious at first -- black boys, after all, are known for their pranks. But after constant prodding he stripped off his bathrobe and sat naked in his chair. His roommate crawled between his legs and used his warm, wet mouth to service the white youth.
Jamal looked up at the boy as he serviced him, Jamal's black face pressed against the white boy's dark pubic hair. The teenager's smooth but masculine body reminded Jamal every bit of the heroic white marble statues he had been looking at all afternoon. It felt right for him to have the boy's warm white cock throbbing in his mouth.
There they were, two naked teenagers, one sitting in his chair, with an expression of cool rationality on his face, looking down at the other teen, a wild, unruly black prankster and trickster, who was crouched at his feet, sucking, in submission, on the more disciplined boy's cock. It didn't take long for the white teen to cum, pumping thick ropes of jism into the darker boy's mouth.
But it wasn't as though the young white males at Sunnydale hadn't noticed the special treatment that the black boys were getting the past few weeks, such as the field trips to the museum and the conjugal visits from their girlfriends. Now it was the white teens' turn to be outraged and to cry "injustice." The administrators began to feel the heat, once again, and decided to take all of the boys to the cinema to calm them down. The most popular movie at the time happened to feature a Rastafarian-type protagonist with shoulder-length manicured dreadlocks.
The boy's smooth brown face, hazel eyes and rosy lips made most of the women in the audience swoon. He was the embodiment of black tribal nobility and the African warrior spirit. The audience watched his lean, muscular brown arms, as the young hero picked up a spear and thrust it at an enemy who was still a great distance away. They marveled at the muscles in the hero's smooth brown thighs as he ran great distances through the jungle in order to save a girl his age that had been captured by a hostile tribe.
The boys sat in the dark theater, transfixed by the images on the screen. In one scene the main character was trapped with the young lady he had saved, during the heavy downpour of a tropical monsoon, inside a cottage in a rain forest. There was nothing for the protagonist and shy black girl to do other than to smoke ganja and wait for the rain to end. Blue smoke filled the cottage, along with mist rising from the ground of the humid forest. Before long, the two ebony bodies were almost naked on the screen and were locked in a passionate embrace. Their smooth brown arms and legs were twisted around each other and glistened with sweat in the moist tropical air as they made out on the floor of the cottage.
The boys from Sunnydale shifted uncomfortably in their seats in the dark as their adolescent cocks were in desperate need of attention. Some of the black boys in the group cleverly tore a hole in the bottom of their boxes of popcorn and shoved their throbbing black cocks through the hole. In a measure of uncharacteristic generosity they invited their white friends to share their popcorn. When the white boys reached inside the boxes of popcorn they were startled to find that they had grabbed a fistful of thick, black cock. Already aroused by the action on the screen, they casually stroked the black boys' butter-coated cocks in the darkness of the theater, until the blacks came all over the white boys' hands as well as the popcorn.
This left the white boys more aroused than ever. Some them sought relief from the sexual tension that filled the theater by going to the concessions stand to order fast food. They waited in line as the mostly Mexican and Asian crew prepared hot dogs, hamburgers and milk shakes in the kitchen and brought them out to the horny hungry customers.
Those brown-skinned Asians and Mexicans had tender boyish faces that belied their street smarts and penchant for mischief. What would customers think if they knew what goes on behind the scenes in the kitchen? Those lean, brown Mexican and Asian teenagers took mischievous pleasure in jerking off into the mayonnaise and milkshakes, adding to their nutritional value by increasing their protean content. Smooth brown bodies spasmed in orgasmic pleasure, providing unsuspecting customers with tastes and textures that they found flavorful, but strangely exotic.
By the time the boys returned to their dorms at Sunnydale they were either exhausted or beside themselves with unsatisfied sexual tension. At night the sounds of rustling sheets, panting, sighing and moaning filled darkened rooms as healthy teenage boys took care of their needs and the adventures of the day flooded their minds in the darkness until they finally fell asleep.